I walk my path,
drawing light from the divine.
I aspire to leave behind
footprints aglow with sacred fire.
Half-moon blind,
I gathered the dust of the sun,
like blossoms holding
dewdrops in their tender embrace.
Now, wherever I tread,
I yearn to tell the dimmed souls—
that the divine within is awake,
ever vigilant in His watch over all.
MyKoul
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